Happy Bird Day!

When I was sixteen, I wanted what every teenager wanted for their birthday...a car of course! Although Mom and Dad were unable to get me a car for my birthday, Dad made sure to get me something he knew I'd love...a bird! I know Mom didn't have much input on this decision because she hated birds! One of our neighbors had a quaker parrot named Pidge (pidgeeee) that they were getting rid of. Dad arranged it so I got the bird for my birthday. He even had "Happy Bird Day" written on my birthday cake that year. It may not have been the convertible in my dreams, but I know how much Dad loved me and wanted to get me something out of the ordinary. Everyday, not just on birthdays, Dad found a way to make us all feel special.